RIP Bob:
Well it finally happened, the inevitable, Bob, my trusty goldfish, has died.
Poor old Bobser. He was 5 years old, that must be about a million in Goldfish years.
We "buried" him in a toilet paper coffin (only the best) in a plant pot outside the house.
May he rest in peace and not get dug up and eaten by a cat.





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Ah poor Bob. He was looking a bit 'still' on Friday alright. RIP. Isobel will be devasated.
Posted by: Rebecca | November 24, 2008 1:01 PM
I know, I will have to get a new fish, do you think she will know the difference? Bobby...bobby.
Posted by: Babs
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November 24, 2008 1:16 PM
Alas, poor Bob, I knew him, Horatio.
Hey if you do get a new one though, you like, HAVE to call him Sir Bob The Second.
Posted by: Matt | November 24, 2008 3:54 PM
I am getting a new one next week probably, I think, he will defo be Bob II, for Isobel's sake as well, don't want to confuse her, even though it will probably look different, shh now, she is only small!
Posted by: Babs | November 24, 2008 11:07 PM
I remember my brother getting as far as Schillaci IV (shows the era) before as a canny 11 year old or so, I actually read the fish food label and realised he'd been giving them: "Fish food supplement, to be accompanied by a real fish food" or something.
Posted by: TUG | November 28, 2008 10:03 AM